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Separating the Immutable

Winter at the shore and the sun disdains us, suspended high and immobile while an old man leans against a brick wall, away from the wind, his green jacket tans brown at its neck and its wrists. And waves aloof … Continue reading

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Make Them Look Alive

(This is a work poem. I owned a printing company, and “Make Them Look Alive” is based, somewhat loosely, on a pressroom accident. The artwork is by Judy Kirpich, who created this quilt based on the “H” in the company’s … Continue reading

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Chasing the Moon Down

Carson Cooman used the four poems of “Chasing the Moon Down” as text for music for medium low voice, trumpet and piano. Fabrik Musical Publications is the publisher of the score. A cd, “Rising at Dawn,” includes this piece and … Continue reading

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Ice Waterfall

The dog’s been underfoot all day, you say. You two need a walk Banished, the dog and I hike toward the river away from the wind away from yesterday’s phone call No one else is out Above us, the waterfalls … Continue reading

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… to cast a shadow again

(Composer Eric Ewazen used the eight poems of “… to cast a shadow again” as text for music for medium low voice, trumpet and piano. Well Tempered Productions released this music on the cd entitled “Chamber Music of Eric Ewazen,” … Continue reading

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Smoke

We move like ghosts through the trees this gray spring morning my coat as wet as the dog’s A bright goldfinch flies across our path startles us Like your name in this morning’s newspaper after all these years startles me … Continue reading

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Cherry Tree Kabuki

Dying Higan cherries toppled – cascades of weeping branches stacked – blossoms’ white, pink gingham chaos. Gardeners’ electric saws gnaw rotted trunks, fell our gnarled shade. The ancient white-faced dog and I escape our home, pass lawns scattered with ragged … Continue reading

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